American K-9 Country in Amherst, NH is not a gentle agility venue for a green dog. With two levels, a viewing and kenneling mezzanine where riled-up dogs come and go, and a wraparound mural of dogs and agility equipment covering every wall of the arena, it is a LOT to take in. Russet had been there once before; Peach, never. Truffle knows the place by now — though comfort with the facility doesn’t always mean smooth sailing, as the days proved.

Russet: star of the car 🌟
Russet was the star of the car this weekend, my best boy! He ran like he owned the building. A border collie painted on the wall caught his eye a couple of times — hard to blame him, it was staring right at him! — but he shook it off when I asked and got back to work. Tail up, happy, confident, the whole two days. Seven qualifying runs out of eight. He was clearly thrilled to be there, working with me, and it doesn’t get much better than that.



Truffle: a strong start, then a wall
Truffle had a more complicated weekend. She’s running in the higher classes now, so her Q count wasn’t as strong as Russet’s. There was a lot to like! She was responsive, did the weaves independently, and ran in full extension. Unfortunately, a scary moment on the teeter cracked her confidence, and she started refusing in subsequent runs. We limped (figuratively) through the rest of the trial. We’re taking a couple of months off from competition to rebuild her confidence on that obstacle before I ask her to trust it again.



Peach: from stressed to unstoppable
Peach had an interesting weekend. It was her first time at this venue for agility, and she was stressed in the ring — understandable, given the noise and the size of the place. But up on the mezzanine, she just… settled. Chaos everywhere, dogs everywhere, and she was completely fine with it. For a young dog seeing the agility building for the first time, I call that a win!



I ended up scratching her remaining Saturday runs. Then, while walking over to FastCat to release a friend’s dog, Peach flat-out dragged us toward the track. Wanted in, badly. So I paid the day-of entry fee on the spot and let her go after the plastic bag.
And what a transformation! The pokey, stressed little dog I had in the agility building became a frothing, thrashing little monster on the start line! Her two 22mph runs were enthusiastic and JOYFUL, and — bonus!— she actually let me catch her at the finish both times. Last season I was the one doing hundred-yard dashes trying to get a leash back on her. Not this time. She let me walk her out of the catch pen with my dignity intact. The weekend ended on exactly the high note I wanted it to.
Thank you to Renee at GrooveStar Studio for these absolutely stunning photos of Peach’s happiest FastCat moments!
















